In Defense of the Crazy

Today my dad told me that until my brother graduates from college, whenever he and my mom fly without him, they are going to take separate flights. My initial reaction was to tell my dad he was crazy and that it wasn't logical. To which he responded it wasn't crazy and everything didn't have to adhere to strict logic. Were they going to start driving in separate cars, I asked? No, just taking separate flights.

After I hung up with my dad, I called my friend and told her about this odd development. She immediatley agreed that it was crazy. My parents would never even think of that she said. Like that validated them as completely sane and my parents as completely insane. She proceeded to tell me her mom would make fun of a person who did that. Well, I immediately flew to the defense of my parents saying that who knows why parents do what they do and maybe we would both feel that way someday when we become parents. I told her how my parents baby my brother, in large part because he has diabetes. How it really effected them when he was first admitted into the hospital. We discussed the issue for a long time, and in the end, I almost had myself convinced that it wasn't such a crazy idea after all. And, maybe it isn't. Or maybe I just didn't like the idea of other people calling my parents crazy and judging my parents. In the end though, what my parents are doing isn't really negatively effecting anybody else, and it's something they want to do, for whatever reason, and it makes them feel better. Ultimately, it's out of love, crazy love, maybe, but love nonethless, and who can fault that?